Likeness
He used to be used to me
But every time I see him
Now the look on his face
Betrays a cryptic reckoning.
It stares back at me
In shocked horror
As if I were some rough beast
Emerging from the glassy pond
I try to hold his gaze
Hoping he will see me
As I’ve always been
And slowly start to soften
Back into the over-confident boy
Who thought he was looking
At a man.
8/16/26
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